Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1887-01-08

dogs temper Doesn't he take to any
straogcrsi What sort Of people does he bite
In gcncralr
lsabefs pretty lips began TO curl upward 1t
the corners In a quiet smile. Hardyman's
last imbecile question had opened her eyes to
the true state OF the case. Still, Tommies
future was IN this strange gentleman's hands;
she felt bound to consider that And. more
over, 1t was no every day eoent In Isabel's ex-
perience to fascinate famous parsonage,
who was also a magnificent ana perfectly
dressed man. She ran the risk Of wasting
another minute or two and went ON with the
memoirs of Tominie.
Unjust own SIR she resumed. "that he
behaves a little ungTatefully-eve 10 stran-
gers who take an interest in him When he
gets lost IN the streets (which is very often),
ne sits down on the pavement and howls till
he collects plying crowd round him: and
when they try to read his name and address
ON his collar he snaps at them The servants
generally find him and bring him back, and
as soon as he gets home he turns round on the
doorstep and snaps of the servants. | think
it must be his fun. You should see him sit
ting up in his chair at dinner time, waiting
to be helped, with his forepaw on the edge of
the table, like the bands of gentleman at a
public dinner making speech. But ohlr
cried Isabel, checking herself, with the tears
in her eyes, show can talk Of him in this
way when he is so dreadfully ILL Some of
them say it's bronchitis, and some say it's his
liver. Only yesterday took him to the front
door to give him a little air and he stood
still on the pavement, quite stupefied. For
sthe first time in his life he snapped at nobody
who went by; and oh, dear, he hadn't even
the heart to smell lamp post!"
Isabel had barely stated this last affecting
circumstance when the memoirs of Tommie
were suddenly cut short by the voice of Lady
Lydiard-reall3 calling this time-from the
inner room.
Isabel Isal oil" cried her ladyship 'what
are you aboutp
Isabel ran to the door of the Loudor and
threw it open. go in, sirl Pray go inln
she said.
Without your Hardyman asked
Il will follow you, sir. have something
TO do for her ladyship first
She still held the door open. and pointed
entreatingly to the passage which led to the
ooudoir. Il shall be blamed, sr,n she said
If you don't go in"
no alternative He presented himself to
Lady Lydiard without another moment OF
delay.
Having closed the drawing room door on
aim, Isabel waited little, absorbed in her
)wn thoughts.
She was now perfectly well aware of the
effect which she had produced ON Hariyman.
der vanity, it is not to be denied, was fiat
tered by his admiration-he was so grand |
and so tall, and he had such fine large eyes.
The girl looked prettier than ever as she
itood with her head down and her color
heightened, smiling to herself A clock ON |
The chimney piece striking the half hour |
reused her. She cast one look at the glass
IS she passed it, and went to the table at
which Lady Lydiard had been writing.
Methodical Mr. Moody, in submitting to be /
employed as bath attendant upon Tomnie,
lad not forgotten the interests of his mis-.
ress He reminded her ladyship that she
lad left her letter, with a bank note inclosed
IL 1t, unsealed. Absorbed in the dog, Lady
4ydiard answered: Isabel is doing moth
ng. let Isabel seal it, Show Mr. Hardyman
IL here" she continued, turning to Isabel,
and then seal letter Of mine which YOU
will find on the table" "And when Won have
called 1t, }" careful Mr.. Moody added, put it
Jack on the table; I viii take charge OF it
When her ladyship has done with me-"
Such were the special Instructions which
low detained Isabel in the drawing room
'he Lit the taper, and closed and sealed the
pen envelope, without feeling curiosity
nough even to look at the address. Mr..
iardyman was the uppermost subject in her
thoughts. Leaving the sealed letter on the
able she returned to the fireplace and stud
I'd her own charming face attentively in the
ooking glass. The time passed, and Isabers
election was still the subject of Isabel's con-
emplation He must see many beautiful
adies," she thought, veering backward and
onward between pride and humility. 81
'onder what he secs in MET"
The clock struck the hour. Almost at the
anne moment the boudoir door opened and
iobert Moody, released at last from attend /,
nee on Tommie, entered the drawing room.